Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go. Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want huh. Drag-On’s verse is especially good. (hell yeah we bust our guns!) Bitch come to my shit you betta come get her (Ruff Ryders) Make you throw your bike's up Make you rep your hood, now scream Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh I think I'm getting why these muthafuckers hate me 'Cause I've been putting pressure on errything lately And I'm here pressure bust pipes kinda easy With that being said I apologize to BP But to the rest of yall it's no courtesy And I aint talkin' bout my niggaz Im not sure but I think this was the first single from the album. Stay up-to-date on Ruff Ryders news. Ya stankin' bitch, I ruff ryde your ass then You can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles When they come you better hope they don't name you, 'Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you And make sure he got all the yeah, aight? Rip through tissue, should have never rhymed this 'cause I miss you Don't try to be me 'cause I ain't you Yo' head might explode when I bust with the lead pipe Nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow Do y'all niggaz bust your guns? When it come to my gun my shells is out want this beat ? © 2021 METROLYRICS, A RED VENTURES COMPANY. Everyone is great. Sign Up Now! Playin' with the number one son don't play no games, yeah, Come outside don't see nothin' but camouflage and bricks Hell yeah, we bust our guns Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what this is (flame on), Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops, Betcha niggaz can't wait til my shit drop, Treat you like your momma, give you lip a pop, Cause that means I'm empty, and you're full of it, Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through tissue, Shoot another rhyme just cause I missed you, I make plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag, 'fore ya monkey-ass land where the dust at, Ride like the girl but you can't trust cash, Spit line of fire and he can't touch black, Nigga we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback, Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a bullet out, in the safe house, nigga where the keys at, Nigga where the stash at, nigga where the weed at. Ryde Or Die Boyz Lyrics: Man! Name. Oh you ain't bustin none, huh? I make plus cash y'all little niggaz can't fuck wit drag, Got the chain out so it's bust and grab (Larsiny) / Don't start nuttin ya ass can't finish / Ryde or Die Boyz gon', COME AND GET WITCHA! But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names, yeah is an American hip hop group formed in 1994, from Yonkers, New York.The group is composed of East Coast rappers Sheek Louch, Styles P and Jadakiss.They had originally signed to Sean Combs' Bad Boy Records in 1995, before joining Ruff Ryders Entertainment in 1998, and have since launched their own label, D-Block Records. 'Cause I got the Ruff Ryders And when you fell your nose crack, That mean I broke that I'm fittin' to po-po Where the weed at? Artist(s): Ruff Ryders Title: Ryde or Die Volume 1 Label: Ruff Ryders/Interscope Year: 1999. (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Nigga you don't want my paper drop, 'Cause that means I'm empty, and your full of it And now swizz, swizz beatz, yeah, Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops Do y'all niggaz bust your guns? Find Lyrics of Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle [*] by Ruff Ryders on Songaah.com - including song translations, artist biography, and more. Do y'all fuck them til they cum? Runnin' with them petty ass niggaz lookin' like fools to me (damn right we make 'em cum!) Be like a dog with a bone I run with her Nigga fuck that you better bust back Man! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Look, I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game True banger. Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum It's for the north, head south, head east, head west Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best. Scenario 2000 Lyrics: (Mmm, mmmm) / See y'all don't understand us you know / Ruff Ryders is a family / Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders … In the late night, we be cockin' high givin' you stage fright Y'all ain't got y'all boots ain't got y'all suits or one from an oder song send me the name of the song if you want this beat send me a message on my channel Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop Wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo', ya know Probaly got a gun that ain't never shoot LOX, DMX and Eve come off nicely. (Damn right we make them cum!!) Y'all make me so tired y'all niggaz still rappin', Like y'all don't know my flows fire The remix charted on Billboard Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs and was later on featured in Grand Theft Auto Liberty City Stories in the station "The Liberty Jam". Ruff Ryders - Bust Our Guns_H264_AAC_360p (1).m4a Audio Create Time: 2020-10-24 Files: 1 Total size: 3.46MB Seeders: 0 Leechers: 0 DMX - Ruff Riders instrumental with hook__AAC_128k.m4a Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? Cashin' for money Juve ain't gettin' nothin', that shit is funny, When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger, Mater fact where the ass at? I always got chedder I never ass bet ya', And I won't even sweat ya' we roll much larger and better It's for the north, head south, head east, head west The ruff ryders start it, now just shout it! 'Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup My dough is never low but if drag is down on his last Stay hype, now page Mike and make sure he got all the yea, aight? Nigga where the keys at nigga? My guns made in China so you better dust off Bust a bullet out In ya safe house Nigga where the keys at Nigga where the stash at Nigga where the weed at Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger Mater fact where the ass at Cause I got the Ruff Ryders And I aint talkin bout my niggas Nigga we can go hoe for hoe Toe to toe Blow for blow And when you fell your nose crack That mean I broke that (damn right we make 'em cum!) Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns? 2. Yeah y'all know what this is Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum 1. Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best. 'Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want, ha. The Lox (stylized The LOX or The L.O.X.) Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash, Spit like a fire but you can't touch black Ryde or Die (Lox, DMX, Drag-On, Eve) Really tight song. Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: Oh, damn now bop to this oh Damn right, we make 'em cum . Do y'all niggas bust ya guns? 'Fore I have your spirits with the angels Do y'all fuck them til they cum? Hell yeah, we bust our guns Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? Matter fact where the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider" Cause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow, That mean I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower, like I told yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle, You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles, Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who ride the best, In the late night, we be cockin high and givin you stage fright, Yo head might explode, when I bust with the lead pipe. (hell yeah we bust our guns!) The Ruff Ryders start it, now just shout it. Man! Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best. I'm workin' wit some change, yeah But you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah, You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same, yeah Email address Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? Man! My shorty keep a gun on the ankles, Wanna fuck, watch out she will bang you Bet y'all niggaz can't wait till my shit drop Do y'all niggas bust ya guns? Ruff Ryders' Anthem (Remix)" features DMX, Jadakiss, Styles P, Drag-On, & Eve; and was released in 1999 as the third and final single from Clue's solo debut album, The Professional (1998). How you bust gats nigga we don't need that All you can do is cuss back and read back (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) I'm tired of you niggaz, be thinkin that you usin me, Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to me, And aint afraid to put fifty up on ya brain yay, You bout warrin over yo' people I'm the same yay, Look, I'ma have somebody sayin that's the shame yay, But if them people come they ain't gon' give no names yay, Play with the number one stun'na don't play no games yay, Come outside and see nothin but camouflage and bricks, Them gather up boys strapped with cannons, tryin to knock off yo' shit, you stanky bitch, I'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, Cash in for Money, Juven' ain't gettin nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny, When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out, You better get the message, cause I done mailed it out, that I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma nail the South, East West, and write letters for my niggaz up North, My guns made in China, so you better dust off, Comin to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar, I never ass bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya, My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his last, Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold weather, Can't stand a nigga hype, throw me his bitch, Bitch come to my shit, you betta come get her, Y'all niggaz still rappin like you don't know my flow is fire, and y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots, Probably gotta gun that ain't never shoot, When we come you better hope they don't name you, Cause like two sticks rubbin I'll flame you, cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell. I'm tired of niggaz be thinkin' that you usin' me 'Fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at Yo' get some boys strapped with bandannas tryin' knock off yo' shit (Damn right we make them cum!!) Where the stash at nigga? Copyright: Writer(s): Mel Smalls, Kasseem Dean, Teruis Gray, 18 Non-Traditional Yet Perfect Wedding Songs, HOT SONG: 21 Savage x Metro Boomin - "My Dawgâ" - LYRICS, NEW SONG: Rod Wave - POP SMOKE - "MOOD SWINGS" ft. Lil Tjay - LYRICS, NEW SONG: AC/DC - "Shot In The Dark" - LYRICS, 15 Huge Stars Who Were Backup Singers First, NEW SONG: Shawn Mendes - "Wonder" - LYRICS, 27 Best Ever Songs From Movie Soundtracks. Damn right, I make 'em all say. Stream Bust Ya Guns(Ruff Ryders Grime Edit) by UKD(Double Clapperz) from desktop or your mobile device The production by Swizz is awesome. Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather, Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch You better get the message 'cause I done mailed it out I don't care about your feed back, y'all niggaz don't feed drag, Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house You want to fuck'em till they cum, ha Flame on Juvenile Drag-On flame on And who that nigga ruff rydin' Drag-On y'all niggaz and south siders, Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns Do you niggaz bust your guns? I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out, East, west the right this for my niggaz up north Check what the bullet did, missiles gonna hit you get you
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